Chapter 1712

This is a kind of provocation, but also a kind of contempt! A challenge from a younger generation who came from the current world and who knows how many generations apart. The giant of the underworld had a smile on his face, and he came from a distance, but his killing intent was a little bit stronger.

The black mist filled the air, and the entire universe was trembling. A big cyan claw cut through the mist, and it gradually revealed its true face. Its ferocious and terrifying appearance was horrifying.

The Lord of Yama is ten feet high, with a blue body, a layer of fine scales, and a cold light. He has a human torso, a huge head, even his face is covered with blue scales, and his head has long blood-colored hair. And there are eight huge horns between the hair, from the temples to the skull to the back of the head, they are filled with huge horns, ferocious and terrifying.

Behind it is a huge tail, which is also ten feet long, with green scales and cold scales, shaped like a crocodile tail, and feet like elephant feet, thick and powerful, rumbling through the void trampled on, as for the hands are a pair of blue dragons claw.

What kind of creature is this? Everyone was taken aback. They had never seen it before. It was weird and terrifying, and it looked even more terrifying than the so-called wild beasts and ferocious groups.

"This is the real blood of the underworld!" The woodcutter old man couldn't help sighing, moved.

Many people at the scene were at a loss, only a small number of people knew what it meant, and they all trembled when they heard the words, and they all backed away involuntarily, unable to bear the fear.

"The creatures born in the extremely dark corpse sea are not corpses or psychic bones, but real creatures!" someone said.

The words have come to this point, all the strong people understand it, they all feel cold, they know its origin, they have heard the legend in this regard, and they will not change their colors now!

This is an innate yin god, not an acquired corpse, but a natural birth, which is even more terrifying.

No fear of thunder and fire, no fear of catastrophe, conventional methods of extermination are ineffective for this creature. The most important thing is their terrifying growth potential, and they are born masters of the underworld.

There are countless innate yin gods that have appeared in ancient times, and each of them has become an invincible existence, evil and evil. It is difficult to destroy the holy power in the world.

This kind of evil spirit is born in endless corpses, and only the underworld can have such a huge sea of ​​corpses, tens of billions of accumulations, and it is possible to give birth to an innate yin god.

Yama of the present age!

This palace master has such a history. After everyone understands it thoroughly, they all feel chills in their bones. This kind of thing itself represents reincarnation. It can directly send a person to die, and life will come to an end.

"Hehe..." He was smiling coldly, striding forward, two strange lights shot out from his eyes, wherever the gloomy light swept across, pieces of heavenly soldiers and heavenly soldiers would turn into dry bones, flesh and blood, essence, energy, etc. would all disappear clean up.

boom!

Ye Fan punched him, and at the same time, two rays of light burst out from Yuan Tianxian's pupils. Bursting with brilliance that would make the sun, moon and galaxy pale, suppress it.

It has to be said that his eyesight is also against the sky. Created alone in this life, it has never been opened before, and it is extremely lethal to the Yin soldiers in the underworld.

The Lord of Yan Luo could bear it, but the sea of ​​Yin soldiers and Yin generals behind him fell down in pieces, and one ancient skeleton after another was shattered under the force of holiness.

"Let me come!"

The old woodcutter stepped forward and blocked Ye Fan's way. This Yan Luo is too terrifying. As an innate Yin god, he has reached the peak of the Zhundi Jiuzhongtian. Who can suppress him in this world? It was he who went to fight with his life. If there is no killer, it may also fall.

With a clang, the hatchet's aura soared into the sky, like a river of stars rolling backwards, the place was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the cold murderous aura shook the vast starry sky. The old woodcutter attacked Yan Luo in the current world.

"Existence is illusory, and death is the real reappearance." The master of Yan Luo whispered, calm and steady, slowly moving his hands, the world suddenly broke open, and a sea of ​​corpses and bones emerged, surrounding the universe.

Although the firewood chopping old man's sword glow was strong, it was integrated into this dead world and melted away. The gray yin energy was like flying bone powder, and it was as gloomy as a knife scraping bone.

One after another, the bones stood up, devouring the sword light and essence, strengthening their bodies, and then walked forward. This is a kingdom of death.

In the universe, every big star is transformed from a skull, with a strong breath of death, withered jedi, and cold murderous intent. Such a strange world traps a peerless master.

The old woodcutter showed a dignified look, his eyes flickered, as if thousands of years had passed in a flash, his machete was slowly pushed forward, a world was opening up on the blade, and the primitive gods and others were cut from the new world. Breaking out from the prehistoric universe, wreaking havoc in this world of death.

"Roar..." The roar shook the sea of ​​dry bones.

The sword reached its peak, opened up the world, evolved the sun, the moon and the stars, and reproduced a brand new universe. The old woodcutter used this vitality to fight against Yama's kingdom of death.

"boom!"

This is a great confrontation with the utmost law. Both worlds collapsed, the stars exploded, and a big collapse occurred here, and both people flew out.

The star river turned into dust, and the endless skeletons and stars were shattered. In the end, only two people were left to face each other.

"Turn back!"

Lord Yan Luo's words were calm, but cold, his eyes were empty, and then suddenly shot two gray light beams, exuding a dead air, extremely intense, constantly depriving the starry sky of vitality.

In the distance, some people with slightly weaker cultivation bases were directly turned into dry bones, their flesh and blood were shriveled, and they became mummies.

The gray beam of death forms a gate, which is a place of reincarnation, and the old woodcutter is to be taken in to become the ashes of history and end his life.

"Boom", "Boom"...

The old woodcutter swung his knife, and every time the knife fell, it made a thunderous sound, and the strong yang energy radiated, imprinting symbols one after another in this void, protecting and suppressing this void.

boom!

The door of reincarnation exploded, failing to swallow the old woodcutter inside, but the two men in the conquest were also severely injured, staggering back, covered in blood.

Two peerless masters competed for supremacy, shaking the universe!

On the other side, Ye Fan was not idle, and launched a lore, sweeping all directions, without reservation, and the attack power was earth-shattering.

Yuan Tian's fairy pupils swept across, and all the Yin spirits exploded and turned into powder. Ye Fan's pupils were burning like two torches, which looked extraordinarily astonishing and eye-catching in this icy universe.

And a Heavenly Court soldiers and horses are reciting the scriptures of saving people, and the effect is revealed at this time, the runes are all over the sky, and the suppressed Yin army screams like a black tide, it is difficult to exert its fierce lethality.

Ye Fan killed a powerful war slave, a forerunner on the road of quasi-emperor. He was shocked to death by the cauldron with the mother energy of all things, and turned into a mark of white bones, which sank into the wall of the cauldron.

This battle made him feel the horror of the underworld. He was almost slightly injured, and there was more than one war slave like that!

With the accumulation of tens of millions of years, the underworld will never lack the bones of quasi-emperors. They are buried in yin tombs and sacrificed for hundreds of thousands of years.

"there……"

cried the old man with the yellow teeth. Signaling Ye Fan to support another battlefield, the bearded Emperor Zhun was covered in blood. During the duel with the Sun Moon God General, he was attacked and killed by the war slaves of the underworld.

Sun Moon God General saw Ye Fan approaching, his eyes immediately widened, and his breath surged. The blood roared like a sea, a day appeared above his head, and a round of sky and moon revolved behind his back. He is like a demon.

"I come!"

Ye Fan replaced the bearded man, and came up with a secret technique in the Sun Immortal Scripture, which was used to counter the opponent's Great Sun God Fist.

Click!

The golden lightning strikes and dances, centering on this place and spreading to all directions of the universe. People who are not of this level have already retreated, otherwise there is no way to fight.

Boo, boo...

Stars were struck by golden lightning one by one, and they all exploded, like ghostly flowers blooming for a moment. Then it directly returned to dimness, and died forever.

"You killed Kun Tian, ​​and the result was so cruel." Sun Moon God General said tragically.

"Cruel, don't you think it's naive to say this word in the battle of life and death?" Ye Fan looked at him calmly.

"It's not that you are cruel, but that you are too cruel for him. You didn't die in the hands of the invincible general who was at the peak of the ninth heaven in Gu Tianting. But you were killed by a descendant of the sixth heaven. The result was unbearable!" Day Luna smiled sadly.

"He didn't die unjustly, you will see whether it's worth it to die in my hands!" Ye Fan glowed all over his body, and walked towards him with all his potential. As far as possible, surround him in the center, and he will be like a heavenly emperor descending to the world!

"If we were at the peak, if we were in the ancient times, what would you use to fight us?!" Sun Moon God General roared, his body swollen, he had too much resentment, he couldn't exert all his former combat power, and felt very helpless.

"If I was born in ancient times, you would not exist. If we were in the same realm, we wouldn't have to fight at all!" Ye Fan's response was very cold and ruthless, directly tearing up the last conceit of the Sun Moon God General.

In fact, Sun Moon God General himself knew that this young man in front of him was too strong. If they really fought at the same level, they were destined to become corpses on his way to the throne.

He has seen two such people. It is a kind of sadness to be born in the same era, and no one can compete.

However, it was really difficult for him to accept this fact. The former Immemorial Conferred God, who commanded the eight generals of the world, deterred the entire ancient era and left a great reputation in history, but is it going to end like this? !

They were once invincible and brilliant, and the whole world was prostrate at their feet. They were the greatest heroes of that era!

But now it's about to end...

Their pride and dignity are written in the ancient history, shining forever, never thought that there will be such a day, a young master of later generations will end all their glory, let them die sadly, and end everyone!

"kill!"

The Sun Moon God will erupt, his blood is burning all over his body, his soul is soaring, and his forehead is cracked. He doesn't care about the cost, even if he dies immediately after the battle, he still wants to fight with glory and not lose in humiliation.

The result is already doomed, there is no suspense.

In that vision, the Immortal King sat cross-legged, the golden sea of ​​taboos boiled, and a powerful figure stood upright, tearing the Sun Moon God General in half, blood splashed, and that figure walked in blood, like a supreme statue. Demon Lord.

"Everything about me is in the ancient world, I shouldn't have come to this world..."

The Sun Moon God General would rather die in a glorious battle in the ancient times. He would rather be killed by the God Generals of the Ancient Heavenly Court than be killed by the rising young people of later generations. . . )